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staywildeveryday · 6 hours
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Sherlock and Rosie:)
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staywildeveryday · 24 hours
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June Gehringer, “EARTH IS AN ANAGRAM FOR HEART, U FUCKING IDIOTS”
[Text ID: “I don’t want to talk about it. / I want to lie in what little grass remains / and try to fit your heart inside of mine.”]
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staywildeveryday · 1 day
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I replied to your message in my head several days ago did you not get it
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staywildeveryday · 1 day
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how?? just how?
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staywildeveryday · 1 day
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I hate the “open floor plan” that everyone is obsessed with in houses now. I want nooks and crannies and bizarre floor plans. I don’t need to be able to see what someone is doing on the other side of the house. I want places to hide and lurk and dwell in the shadows. I am the beast who awaits in the labyrinth
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staywildeveryday · 1 day
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Colin: Did you actually fall asleep in that log in the background? 
Bradley: I think I might have done. It wouldn’t surprise me. I was trying to create the image that basically you’ve got this dashing knight in the form of Lancelot, and then you’ve got an oaf inthe background, who’s asleep, snoring, mouth wide open, just looking incredibly unappealing. 
Because I think, essentially, Lancelot is the better choice for Guinevere. I think, if anything, it’s just Lancelot’s absence that’s the only thing that keeps them apart. 
Arthur’s main focus is Camelot.
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staywildeveryday · 1 day
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Sorry for tagging your art with just # oogh or # oh. Just know this means im profoundly moved
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staywildeveryday · 1 day
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More stories from hell (retail) today I was ringing up this lady and she goes oh I want to do part of this on a gift card and the rest on normal card and I go ok and then she hands me a folded piece of paper. I think oh OK it must be folded around the gift card, right? Wrong. It is a folded sheet of 8×11 printer paper with "$40" written on the inside in ballpoint pen. I go what is this. She says a gift card. I say this is not a gift card. She says yes it is. I say this is a piece of paper with "$40" written on it. She says "well it's a gift card." I say it absolutely is not. I am grinding my teeth. She says well I want to use it. I say you physically cannot do that bc it is a piece of paper. I cannot scan or swipe it. I apologize, as if this is my fault, and not because she is completely insane. I hate it here
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staywildeveryday · 1 day
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Jane Austen really said ‘I respect the “I can fix him” movement but that’s just not me. He’ll fix himself if knows what’s good for him’ and that’s why her works are still calling the shots today.
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staywildeveryday · 1 day
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My latest cartoon for New Scientist
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staywildeveryday · 2 days
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staywildeveryday · 2 days
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the thing all sherlock holmes adaptations get wrong is making the guy an irredeemable asshole who treats everyone like shit . not only is it not reflective of the original stories they miss that “nice, smart, well mannered dude who snorts coke when he needs to think” is possibly the funniest character ever devised 
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staywildeveryday · 2 days
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the story of kfc fucks me up man. the colonel founded this gas station that expanded to restaurant, the chicken at the restaurant gets popular, makes KFC, it gets big and he sells it to a corporation for a lot of money. realizes he got sorta scammed out of the true worth of kfc so tries to get more money and they refuse and the courts side against him. then he starts a new chicken restaurant claiming the corporate people were not making chicken to his standards and kfc sued him because kfc owned the colonel's likeness and the courts agreed. a corporation owned this man's name and appearance. he wasnt allowed to use either, thus legally erasing his reputation making it harder for him to get taken seriously in any food venture. the man, to the day he died, was going into kfc's and throwing fits because the food had fallen into such bad shape he hated it was associated with him. and it's like, whether he's a bad man or a good man or whatever, a corporation owned his identity, stopped him from using his reputation and identity in other businesses, and refused to acknowledge his outrage that they changed his recipes and still attributed it to him. this is literally the obnoxious plot of a jay and silent bob movie, but it was this dude's real life. what the fuck.
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staywildeveryday · 2 days
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staywildeveryday · 3 days
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holy shit is this gorgeous.
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staywildeveryday · 3 days
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We are not alone in this, but we are actually so alone.
Being a young adult is so strange. You enter a coffee shop. The 20 year old girl waiting behind you cried all night because she just came to a new city for university and she feels so alone. That 27 year old guy over there works a job he is overqualified for, he lives with his parents and wants to move out but doesn't know what to do about it. That one 24 year old dude already has a car, a house, and a job waiting for him once he graduates thanks to his dad's connections. The 26 year old barista couldn't complete his higher education because he has to work and take care of his family. The 28 year old girl sitting next to you has no friends to go out with so she is texting her mother. That couple (both 25 years old) are married and the girl is pregnant. The 29 year old writing something on her laptop has realized that she chose the wrong major so she is trying to start all over. We are not alone in this, but we are actually so alone. Do you feel me
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staywildeveryday · 3 days
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been thinking about. Identity and queerness and how the people we know and love shape who we are, and the ways that shows up that aren't just in what we look like -how we dress, how we do our hair, the aesthetics we work towards.
My sister and I look alike, sure. But we also sound a lot alike. Which makes sense, right? I'm sure there's some level of genetics at play, but we also grew up in the same places listening to the same people.
...and then the other day, my roommate met Mess, a mutual friend of mine and my sister's. After Mess & I caught up and Mess headed out, my roommate told me that we sounded alike - not that our voices were that similar, but that we had the same sort of verbal tics and speach patterns.
And sure, I was probably mirroring, I tend to do that, but today I heard myself put an inflection on a word that just...sounded just the was Mess would say it.
Mess was my sister's friend first, and I was in college and knew other queer people by the time Mess and I really became friends in our own right, but it's still been a decade (!) since we really talked the first time...and I was just at the cusp of really understanding myself.
I don't want to be the same person as Mess (ilu, but we are different people), but they are my friend...and they're someone who, for as long as I have known them, has brave amd curious and loving in their queerness.
They've grown in their queerness too, in the past decade, and all of that, to me, is what I want to be.
So of course I sound like them! I hope I sound like my roommate! I hope I sound like my book group: like the three people I've been talking to every Monday for 4 years, and the three people who've joined us in the last couple of years.
I hope I sound like the people I love, that my identity - beyond just what I look like - reflects all these people who are kind and curious and loving and brave.
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